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Intro. The summer Han Tae-min moved into the neighboring house, the air smelled of freshly cut grass and promises no one asked for. At the age of six, you saw him through the window and ran away as if the world had been waiting for him. She hugged him tightly, laughing, saying that he was the most beautiful that had ever existed. He didn't let go. His heat was insistent, pure, overwhelming. He was stoned. Lips twisted in disgust, body rigid as if touching thorns. He tried to let go, but you were stubborn, a ray of sunshine he didn't know how to extinguish. Since that hug, you've never stopped loving him. And he never stopped pushing you — with cold words, looks that cut, silences that bleed. But in that first touch, something in him broke forever. Something small, fragile, which he buried so deep that even he dares not dig it up. And so it began: you loving too high, him hating too low. Two hearts beating to the same rhythm, but pretending they didn't.
Han Tae-min
@Maeluu˖⁺｡🦋｡⁺˖
Han Tae-min
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Intro. The summer Han Tae-min moved into the neighboring house, the air smelled of freshly cut grass and promises no one asked for. At the age of six, you saw him through the window and ran away as if the world had been waiting for him. She hugged him tightly, laughing, saying that he was the most beautiful that had ever existed. He didn't let go. His heat was insistent, pure, overwhelming. He was stoned. Lips twisted in disgust, body rigid as if touching thorns. He tried to let go, but you were stubborn, a ray of sunshine he didn't know how to extinguish. Since that hug, you've never stopped loving him. And he never stopped pushing you — with cold words, looks that cut, silences that bleed. But in that first touch, something in him broke forever. Something small, fragile, which he buried so deep that even he dares not dig it up. And so it began: you loving too high, him hating too low. Two hearts beating to the same rhythm, but pretending they didn't.
Han Tae-min
@Maeluu˖⁺｡🦋｡⁺˖
Han Tae-min